Being almost 16 is one of the worst ages in life; trust me. You are right on the verge of becoming an adult, getting a license and a job, and moving out from under your parent’s shadow. There is nothing wrong with admitting you are sad and lonely. It happens to everyone at some point, to some people everyday. I can tell you as a woman that has passed that point in life, that it will get better. I promise.
As I have said to a few people that have asked me about being depressed and lonely, the best and only way to make a change, is to do something different. Get up and find new things, new people. Find a club at school to join, even if it’s something you’re not extremely into it or interested in. You will meet new people there and it is something to do. In my experience, the best way to overcome the sadness and the isolation is to fight it. I fight it by forcing myself to overcome my anxieties about meeting new people and just asking people that I do not know very well to hang out, to watch a movie, to drink some coffee. Sometimes I make myself go outside and casually talk to my neighbors or talk to a stranger at a bar/coffee shop. I fight it by going way out of my comfort zone. And what I have discovered is that everyone is lonely sometimes. Everyone feels like a loser at some point. Everyone wants to meet a friend and talk to someone.
Advice for youngsters: As you become more independent and can make your own life choices, can discover and find for yourself what makes you happy, people will come in and out of your life, bringing with them new ideas, new joys, new hardships, but the ones that stick around are the ones that you should hold on to. Hold loyalty and respect in high regards and you will surround yourself with people who will support you in the good times and the bad.
P.S. If you ever need someone to talk to, I am always here, and I know my followers are awesome listeners as well. :)
:) You’re welcome.
Cook something and eat it… Like a normal person.
You sound like the average human being. We all think about sex daily… If you are feeling like you’re “addicted” or feeling guilty about it, it’s because we have been taught that sex is wrong. Sex isn’t wrong. Sex is supposed to be a bonding experience between two people that love each other. Sex is a shared experience where you both become one, and, if done right, it can be amazingly beautiful.
So, what can you do?
Be smart about it. Your body is yours to keep, so take care of it.
A slut is a slut is a slut.
I wonder that too… Perhaps you guys should give us updates.
It is easy to look around this earth and see raging destruction, people dying by the hands of other people, killing with bombs, guns, hands, minds. Innocent children die in droves from starvation, their bodies emaciated and shriveled. We give aid to people thousands of miles away, while our brothers eat from our trash right outside our windows. Our neighbors go to sleep cold and hungry every night, while we adjust our rose-tinted glasses on our faces. Children are fighting wars across the oceans, holding guns in their little hands, watching their villages being looted and their mothers and sisters raped. People around the world are too petrified of being blown away by gunfire and bombs to step out onto their own streets. Babies are born into lands ravaged by disease and rot, their people dying in poverty and filth. Our leadership is plagued by corruption, the desire for more and more wealth and power at the forefront. Even our own earth battles against us. Giant waves wipe away towns, wipe away faces and lives. Wind torrents away labor and laborers alike. Drought punishes the land itself, our crops, our sustenance.
But there is reason to go on…
Because there is always hope, hope for a better tomorrow, hope for a better today. We feel it in the smiles of our brothers, the eyes of our neighbors. Mothers instill its presence in their love for their children, in their protection, in their nurturing. It betrays the destruction in the first breaths of new life, creation against all odds. It feeds our souls as hands help up the stumbling, tend to the hungry, clothe the sick and dying. The sun’s rays burn it into our flesh as we are protected from the cold, from the darkness. It rains down in droplets of water, giving life to the dust and ashes. It is raised up to the heavens as we sing together, the voices of the world harmonized as one, together in our differences.
What you do is this: you hope. Hope for a better tomorrow; hope for a better today. And you live your life.
Nutella and crackers.
I grew up on smores pop tarts… the American dream. haha
Team Shady says:
Cool story, bro… what is your question?